Fleeing the camp

The time for confrontation had passed; now was the time to flee. With the prized seeds safely in their possession and their mission completed, the group was ready to flee the Frantian camp and the dangers of the Lumisgrove.

As Erik's command echoed across the chaotic battlefield, the group sprang into action. They took off on their heels, their sights set on escape, leaving a scene of carnage and confusion in their wake. As they dashed through the maze of tents and fortifications, their hearts pounded in their chests, adrenaline fueling their movements.

They could hear the pursuing Frantian soldiers' shouts close behind them, their boots pounding on the frozen ground while they attacked them from a distance. The soldiers' rage and the raw sounds of battle created a dangerous soundtrack that kept them moving forward.

The group formed a row to escape.